Zhao Guihua started shouting right away. Old Man Zhuang, for the first time setting up a stall, blushed intensely but still followed along and helped.
The T-shirts' designs weren't particularly outstanding, but the patterns and colors were bold and eye-catching. It seemed that after enduring too much black, white, and gray, people now preferred vibrant colors. Zhao Guihua's stall had exactly that—bright colors.
"How much is this one, Auntie?"
Zhao Guihua: "Twenty-two."
"That's not cheap."
You see, the average worker's salary was just over thirty, mostly between thirty to forty bucks, but a shirt for twenty-two was a normal price at the time.
